prepare for d. day

[ChristO]

...now, check this out, I seeded the day-one dancing
club dances, philly picked it up, called it wu-tanging
mostly the girls doing it, that's akin to the wu' men
summoning me up, but yet these bitches resumed ign'ance
ole' dirty birthdate, some nigga' bodied over
the wu'tang dance, kensington, do not be lured to
the trap, I draw on twelve o'clock, was nyc to know you
if I ain't murder you, thank the lord, 'cause that's my motive
a serial boxing match on every apple jack
for the prize inside, a serial scratched to crack a jack
notice this'll be decades long at least, all
I wanted never came to be, ear canal wax too hard to breach
so you all can cease to exist, that'd be alright with me
until corpses as floormats instead of ground's all I can see
we can play shit out though as how my crew cancel out foes
is tantamount to the most diabolical outcomes
you've ever witnessed if left alive when the time comes
d. day approaches end of seventeen, and white towels thrown
into rings are not faking me out, there's no way to reach out
to me now without drawing the nubs back, this ain't a grudge match
turn me into the parasitic beast, my acid eats
through stomach walls, so recall what tore from chest cavities
a lien on your white lives for this white lie you put me in
warva, bitch, you shoulda' been more careful before you riffed
it was my decision to write myself into the schiz'
the streets put a hit on me, used my cousin to pulll it with
in nineteen ninety five, I'm still alive, no thanks to you
black bitch who never seen your son rise, your sunset will do
I'm unapologetic, lucyfer knows his time is thru
and tried sicking your stupid ass on me, so your life will do...

[ChristO]

...submit to my demands, the terms of my contract
been written out and mulled over, I live it out, you sulk over
the consequence of actions you made to buy into the smoke
screen, warva, this now between me and you, I see shit thru
the rope rings the necks, when the soap drops, you bend
before you raise up, you're fucked, now you're parceled out to friends
not a pardon I'm a' give, I need my money, so where's it at
I'm dead serious 'bout my reserection, so where's it at
since I need my respect, then where's shiiat, she's khimar'd up
looking at me funny, she don't make salaa't, she's kufar'd up
what do we make of it to mean, she ain't seen allah thus
she ain't seeing me come up on her before I cum all on her
we ain't speaking the same, so we can't be breathing the same
I came for the war, she hugged me when self-destruction played
I ain't backing down from what was waged, bitch, I wants it four-reel
if you wanted the drill, after I came, both pairs shoulda' been sealed
them lips of yours, they gave applause, clapping off, no clapping on
my light, because when I shine, I scorch the earths combative aura
see how the country's harvest was bucked down into random carcasses
d. day's three weeks away, you're in real-time now, no bandwidth forfeiting
tracey'ng me back to the wtc building, I set up shop
once they unna'stand wut that means, I might give 'em props...

[ChristO]

...oh yeah, well, I own the playbook and still ain't quit my day job
no fantasy sports team, we're solidified, I stay hard
once the psych-ops can no longer make me out as some nut job
oh, as if now they validate my word like some parked car
basically, I bubble up, no muzzled mut, I don't hold my tongue
yeah, d. day's in these days, he won't cancel shit? that's bumpy's dumb
luck, to have me as his older cousin, what's the deal luci-
ano had with him, black mafia then lobby vs in, seal
number five been opening since the cries of bloods super-soaked me
however long it takes to avenge my deaths our soul motive
the first four seals were me as ghengis khan, then napolean
bonaparte, then adolf hitler, and now comes the scorpion
sting of death, unbeknowedst to you all, my cause is his
that homo agenda though's because lucy wants revenge
the dichotomy's how I humble his host and make him bend
in prostration to save his prostate from how I'd examine ends
these niggas with droopy pants got no more chance against my whim
might as well diarrhea, vomit and urinate 'gainst the wind
bathe in that, let it cake up, and hide your identities in that
I belt out obscenities, but wrath is a silent whipping of an ass
crackers' cackle cracking as the black whole is collapsing
its ranks on every intrusive fabric, leaving ash and crackle
to sweep into bags of vacuums...past tension's my only backing
when the gunshine wants to find out, our front line ain't actors
witnesses ain't ever said shit, ain't know shit was actual
fine g8rl licking her lips I'm grabbing, my drill can spackle her
I reminisce back to how I'm involved in that last massacre
the closer I get to the perps, my manhood keep standing up
nobody wants to know the truth, the canned goods for cannibals
drums opened up, the meat done fell off the bones, stew's ransid though...
...d. day is for real, in less than three weeks, I trump'd u.s.
the saying goes, "life is no more fun", some death wish, yes, you guessed it...

[ChristO]

...white jew imposter, what I'm about to give to you is the world
of hurt if I can help it, since d. done made you into his girl
I wasn't spoken to, so I don't speak, I just move in silence
when opportunity presents itself as I accrue the mileage
I'll never front on myself as time trickles down
to minutes and seconds to d.'s wedding vows, figure out
the ritual they did over my body parts to maneuver this
I ain't got proof of this, I just know I wouldn't had moved to this
I told d. we're G.O.D. some time ago, and now this bold
and brazen-ass motion by the system is some coward move
.six days left to d. day, information time-sensitive
in my own blood's how I annointed my crime syndicate
I petitioned to the heavins, gods slept, and now look who's sweating
one hundred twenty times at least I repeat one single lesson
my reserection cums before ya'll know of my resurrection
I'm at galilei so noone can break into the gates of heaven
not one soul got in, contrary to any popular belief
at any wakes, displays of grief and mourning for those loved ones deceased
only two presidents swore into office on my personal bible
and one did the round-about on my route and had his personnel by me
close enough, and malcom x or archangel michael been blind to
the process of how after you murdered me, I'm a' find you
the body that eats our GOD, my d. day speech I'll design
to eat that body hollow from the inside, that'll teach you to lie
obamacide, yeah, so how would you know that I'm not a lie
this war giving me a hard-on strong, my black w8men'll ride
wutever denomination, by-the-way I'm god father allah
I trump u.s., he's stumped you guessed it, but in all, I am the boss
he can't predict a calm before the storm, he's just tipping me off
about the wizard shit d.c. be on, as if wizzing me off
and m&m already let shells know the industry blackballed him
for his bars against illlusionati, so was m&m then called in
for an elaborate performance, for even more black endorsements
pace-won still got him kidnapped in that van how I recalled it
the various twists to the plot, I aint' gonna' spoil it
you can't avoid it, not to buy my shit you can't afford it
my work in itself will catch up to your depth of perception
using my text as a reference then, you'll never outguess me...

[ChristO]

...I take a leap of faith with my word arrangement
hollywould cancelled her and D.'s wedding engagement
plans, and I'm jumping ahead of my time, brother
I had to throw the monkey wrench in the whites' function
we the knowledge they want to decipher and dissect
so we the God that they want to hijack n'direct
and we need our people, and we should know they need us
and I know these black women been trying to defeat us
so far that we came across, the design is corporate
and government, the battle of the 6's enforcing this
feminist agenda, a predatory spectrum
black men are left defenseless to fend against a death wish
so I got nothing to lose bringing my wrath to lucy
beggers can't be choosy, you my bitch then since you choose me
you dug me from the grave then cracked on me, that's a fact homi
I'll never let that shit go, that's a death sentence, that attack on me
so I'm not handing D. to the whites to give 'em more time
to life's pursuits to wrangle us blacks to dismay and doom...
..as the best man, I think that's the best plan, my call is final
lo'lo' bold enough to push up onto my frame, I'd tap her spinal
maybe she should be warned how bad I'm a' turn her out due
to what I got going on between me versus yakub
enjoyed and peeled layers of the truth until they find
they cannot get out of this debt, whether dead or alive
I told 'em, who you think was born on nine eleven
come to find I was on time when the bombs was set then
mass implosion set then, masses acting dumb then
about bringing charges up, so I'm charging up then
to implode the masses, every race to the finish flattened
by the black whole, I close caption it, they closed-casket 'em
I put D. onto the action then, luciano know
how to reach me is operation lo'lo', she drafted then
silencers on, giving me the harem then
a bigger house for my earth, keep her size and girth accurate
while my genitals lo'lo' navigate and salivate on
I calibrate my generals' accolades and how they pay off
my bloods circulation regulated, reserection greater
more graphic sexcapades and more graphic deaths of haters
acting on they hatred, if they seen me, then they met they maker
I'm a' put things back in place, find vs back in maka..

[ChristO]

...so, how is it that philly's really working with me, what appeals
to me, is my libido up? I'm being called outside? we will
see...if I don't receive what I want, it will be what it will be
but once you give up your fight against me, we will see how you will breathe
it's rudimentary, not complicated, deaths are mob-related
g8rl who once liked the goon now googoo-eyed over my duration
I worked this gregorian calendar over in moderation
my d. day speech I'm pulling off to bomb the nation, I'm calm and patient...

[ChristO]

...now, be observant of what's going on today, because this is d. day
they got me giving parts of our GOD away, this is thee day...
...I'm a' break out of this, then extract D. from out of it
can't go into details exactly 'bout all this obomi' shit
I already did, now if you see me on a bench eating from
a trash can, homeless, then shit didn't go as planned, keep it one
thousand, though I don't believe I can be benched any further
I'm way stronger now, and they can't be any more nervous
it was all about how I word this, now I'm ain't-I-christ, thee anti-christ's
a black and white jew merger, so yeah you right, are you prepared to fight
or keep thinking I'm joking, if I spare the life of D. tonight
this shit is not over, 'til somebody dies, and so how'd he choose to wife
the enemy, this the same way G. died, in two thousand and nine
eyes are wide shut, the blacks did this, gave their GOD power to whites
and now I'm going over this d. day speech I'm preparing to speak
the world thinking they can mix-and-mismatch, not preparing for me
so yeah, observe today, any secret event or leaked event
or movements, any new law signed, whatever, world increase in deaths
any tips, call one-eight-hundred-dial-atone...say ya' prayers...
because this is d. day for sure, and that's about all I'm saying
in this thread...